Yeah, I'm REALLY bored. So I'm just gonna do a bunch of one-shots. But for some reason, I'm nervous about posting all of these! ESPECIALLY this one, so please, be nice. Draco's POV.
WARNING: HBP spoilers, mentions of suicide.
DC: Not mine.
NOTICE: This is dedicated to Kiki, or SiriuslyFunny, because for some reason, I am currently being reminded of how crappy my fanfiction life would be without her... and how much she means to me! You're one of my best friends, and I love ya!
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Love, betrayal and desperation. That's what my life consists of.
But desperation is the number one thing. I want to get out of the hole that I've dug myself into.
It's betrayal that got me into this mess. I never should gone to the dark side. Never should have joined the Dark Lord.
I never liked Dumbledore. But I didn't want him killed. And I sure as heck didn't want to be his killer. But I was assigned to do so.
And I tried. Out of love for my family, I tried.
But, I got offered a better deal, the RIGHT deal, and I was going to take it.
But Snape came in, and killed that poor old man.
My parents told me to always follow Snape. So I did. Because I loved them. I should have stayed there, turned myself in.
But now, I'm desperate. I want out. I'm tired of living off of scraps of food, in some random little house.
I'm tired of not being able to see my mum. I'm tired of being a fugitive.
I'm just plain tired.
I'm so exhausted that I would do anything to get out. ANYTHING. Maybe even take my own life... Anything to get out.
Why won't anything help me? I'm panicking. All I want is to be okay. To be good.
I am desperate.
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Ah, not my best ever. But still, R&R, and remember, flames are for arsonists!